Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
“ W hat are you doing?” she gasped, the way her brows creased in the middle giving her an added innocence that made my dick that much harder as I struggled to keep it in check.
Using one arm to support my full weight, I lifted the other, gesturing between us as I gave the girl an unobstructed view of where our bodies were just barely connected. “Need a little sex education, baby girl? The school system really did fail you, huh?” I grunted, because it was difficult to speak when all the blood meant for my brain was rushing downward at a rate that left my IQ significantly lower than usual.
She shook her head from side to side. “No, I mean aren’t you going to use… you know?”
I lifted a questioning brow. Because, no, I didn’t know.
“Protection—”
I barked out a laugh before the ridiculous word had time to fully form in her mouth. “I fuck virgins, sweetheart. Doesn’t get cleaner than that. And if you’re worried about getting knocked up, don’t. I’ve been shooting blanks for the last ten years.”
Getting snipped was one of the best decisions I’d made. It was far easier than forcing a morning-after pill down a chick’s throat and keeping your fingers crossed it stayed there. I had too much to lose to risk being saddled by some teenager who assumed having my bastard would also have her all dolled up in a white dress and strutting down that aisle in my direction.
I didn’t want a wife or a girlfriend. I was already in a long-term relationship with the game I loved so much. And I wasn’t about to mess that up to raise someone’s brat. Even if that brat happened to share some of my DNA.
“And I’m just supposed to take your word for it?” she countered.
“I took yours, didn’t I? When you sat down at my table and stamped a price tag on this sweet little cunt of yours.” I trailed a hand between us, swiping a finger through the juices collecting on her clit before lifting it to my mouth and sucking it clean. “It’s funny that you actually think I’d let anything separate me from slicing through a nice piece of virgin pussy.”
“I needed the money,” she whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear her.
“We all need something, baby girl.” I grinned. “It’s what makes the world go round. Supply and demand, a little tit for tat.” I moved my hand up and pinched one of her nipples between my thumb and index finger for emphasis. “It’s an exchange of goods. Like you said, you needed the money. And, well, lucky for you, I needed to release the tension of a long day. That’s called fair trade.”
“It’s not a trade when I go home empty-handed.”
I pressed a finger to her lips, just hard enough to exact a twinge of pain as I leaned forward until there was barely a breath separating us. “You’ll go home debt free and fully satisfied. Which far surpasses the terms of our little agreement.”
I was losing my patience now. I didn’t appreciate back-talk. Not when there were far better uses for that smart mouth of hers. I pinched her cheeks together before pushing off the bed and rising to my full height, my cocked primed and at the ready. Just waiting to sink into whatever warm hole was prepared to take it. There were different types of virginity after all. Pussy was just the one I preferred over the rest.
I crooked a finger in the girl’s direction. “Come here.” Once again, it wasn’t a request. It was a command. “On your knees. In front of me.” I waited for her to scurry off the bed and do as she was told, glaring down at her as I asked the question presently bouncing around inside my mind. “You ever sucked a cock before?”